David "The Crusher" Neilson's Questionnaire

I currently live in Seattle, but move around a lot. It's best to keep moving. Makes it harder for people to track you. And people ARE tracking you, regardless of if you admit it. I mean, every smartphone, every computer. But that's beside the point. I have been staying in a shit motel in Seattle for a few days now. It's easier to blend in when you're in those larger cities. One more face in the crowd. Vampires and other evils - They are all bullies. They prey on the alone, on the scared. So I try to stay around others. Last few days I have been staying with a motorcycle gang - Although they aren't much of a gang. Some of the sweetest people I know. They are headed down south for the winter, and I will probably stick with em'.

With my mind playing so many tricks on me, I like staying with these folks. They are quiet and calming, and I know I can trust them. And they don't ask questions when you disappear for a few days.

I got a stockpile of cash from my last large job - bank robbery back in Brooklyn. Shit hit the fan, I got shot in the shoulder, swore I wouldn't do that sort of shit anymore. Back then I had a family - Wife and son, needed the cash to support them. Well, no sense crying over what I have lost - Gotta keep looking forward. Current plan is to not spend money when I don't need to, and when I have to, draw from that. Eventually I'm gonna have to find some work - Maybe at a steel mill again. Hated working at the old one, but they can't all be that bad.

Damn them, these creatures of the night. Biting and clawing at doors and windows, creeping through alleys and attacking the innocent and alone. Cowards, all of them. And with time and power, I will end all these blasphemies of nature, send these damned souls to rest. End their eternal torment, and bring peace upon the night. For my family. For all those that have been lost.

My wife and daughter were killed by one of those...things. A Vampire. They aren't people, not anymore. They are less than that - Tools of their primal urges, of the urge to feed. To kill and devour. Embodiments of sin and vice. Back then I could not it. Those creatures...they are far too powerful for a mortal man to defeat. So I travel in search of power, in search of someone somewhere who has the secret to destroying these damned creatures and sending them crawling back to the realm of the dead.

It was night in rural Texas. A man came to our door, selling insurance or some bullshit. I should not have let him in - Why would he be here so late at night, far out in the country? But something about him...maybe a ferocity in this old man's eyes...I allowed him to enter.

Two hours later, I was bashing that same old man's head in with a two-by-four. the body of my daughter day in the flood, my wife lying dead on the kitchen counter. The beast moved fast, but I got lucky and hit it hard and fast in the face with an old piece of plywood. It gave me enough time to run. I have to live with that guilt, the guilt that I let a creature like that escape to feed again. At the time, no one believed me. I was tried for the murder of my wife and child. Even after I was found not guilty, I was shunned by my community - Friends I had known all my life looked at me with disgust. I bought an old motorbike, packed up my possessions, and hit the road. If I stayed in town, odds were that...thing. It might return for me.

Damn the irony, it was only two years later that it all went public. Now, vampires were taken as a real threat - investigated by the police, and swat teams dedicated to their destruction. Some of them even prance around, flaunting their vampires. Sure, they don't break any laws, taking blood from blood banks and donating money to the poor. It's all a charade - deep down, they are monsters putting up this facade until it dosen't suit them anymore.